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knew from previous hospital stays the disinfectant was going to burn like hell. She drew his hand away and dug her nails into his scalp. “Lucky for you, this is the reason I carry a medic bag every time I come into the stables. A father-ingrained routine.”
    “I thought it was just to highlight your small waist.” The instant the cold alcohol burned into his skin, he shoved her hand away. If these two weren’t giggling, then who was? Basil stood straight and glanced around. “Who else is in here?”
    Brooke and Pippa stared at each other. “Just us,” they replied.
    “Are you seeing double? Come into the light so I can have a closer look at that injury,” Pippa insisted.
    Much to his agony, she wrapped her arm around him. A soft melon-sized breast pressed against his side and her hip banged into his as they walked. Her unique scent had the ability to spiral him into a lust web. Even the distant laughter was almost worth the agony of a head wound.
    An attempt to shake his head drew more bile into his throat. “I’m fine. Just thought I heard someone laughing.”
    Pippa started to pull away.
    He couldn’t allow that. It’d been awhile since he’d felt a woman’s closeness and he wanted more. Yet the shadows invaded, wobbling he drew a deep breath. Pain pounded his head. Would the darkness take over again? He hadn’t forgotten the grim feeling, but the gloom had lightened since he’d met Pippa. Would she continue to be his salvation?
    “Guess I hit the noggin harder than I thought.” His weak knees collapsed, forcing him down the dark hole.
    Pippa pulled him close and called, “Brooke, get a stool and see if Doc is still in stable one.”
    Christ, he’d have to recover before the vet arrived. A three-legged stool plopped onto the ground and Pippa separated her body from his. He dropped onto the hard wood, and dangled his hands between his legs to hide his arousal clearly visible underneath his pants. At least his brain still sent signals to parts of his body. “I’m fine. Just need a moment and maybe something for a headache.”
    “Shh. Let me see.” Pippa snuggled his back, wrapped her legs on each side as it to prop him and proceeded to dig around on his scalp.
    “She obviously doesn’t know you well enough. It’ll take more than a piece of wood to crack that skull.”
    Basil shot his gaze toward the sexy voice. A tall, Amazon-like woman with bright blonde hair and sparkly skin stood inches from him. She wore what he assumed was a costume with a silver skirt barely covering her rear. A black leather vest and boots completed the outfit. “Who are you?”
    “Pippa.”
    “No, the woman standing in front of us, wearing leather and a smart-ass grin.” His voice rose. Christ, he must have a concussion.
    Pippa walked in a circle around him. “Basil, relax, no one is there. You hit your head. I’ll take you to the emergency room.”
    “You don’t see her?” he whispered.
    “Useless. You might as well stop, no one can see me but you,” the Amazon said.
    “Yeah. Maybe I better get a brain scan.” Basil fluttered his hand through the air, trying to touch the laughing sex stick.
    “From what Harry said, you’ve had worse damage than a little bump.” The unexpected guest inched forward and stopped beside him.
    Pippa went back to sorting through his hair. “Blood’s formed a well under the scalp, but nothing’s leaking. The hematoma should be looked at by a doctor.”
    “I’m fine. Cracked my skull and thought I saw an”—Basil snorted—“angel.” Just like Harry claimed after his brush with death. In Korea, Harrison took a gunshot to the head. When he woke up in the hospital Harrison said a blonde angel had saved him. Now, Basil experienced a blonde angel taunting him. Was he going to die?
    “Hum. I think people generally see stars not women. However, it doesn’t surprise me you saw a woman. I assume she is dressed in leather—and very little of it.” Pippa hesitated, came around